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Main Plotline-
A young border collie has seven sunrises to find his pack before the Spirit Dogs' world collides with the Natural world and the eight planets align, killing most of the prey and raising the water levels dramatically.
Main Character(s)-
Stick, Male, Protagonist
~Prologue~
Stick's cracked and bloody paw pads beat the Earth Dogs hide beneath him. He powered forward racing ahead of the first sunrise, knowing solemnly he had only seven more before the apocalypse. He sighed through his dry, dusty nose. He had been running for days through this desert and it seemed there was no way out. His shy and meek old self left behind like the forest he abandoned, now he was a new dog. A dog who would fight coyotes and ravens viciously for food and shelter. A dog who would abandon injured coyotes and steal their food. A dog-- Awoooo. A sound caught his sensitive ears and drew him out of his thoughts. Howling pierced the air causing him to fill with fear and hope. Hope for his lost pack, fear for whom was howling instead. Doubt made him shove these feelings away. It was just a band of coyotes, I think the desert is driving me crazy. He thought licking his cracked lips to rehydrate them. He continued through the sand dunes, dust rising up behind him in his steady pace. He would find his pack, no matter what. Sighing Stick drove himself onwards into the desert his deep brown eyes darting around, seeking the precious life giving water that would give him strength to go on.
Later on in the day, when the hot sun was just over head, Stick collapsed to the ground a plume of dust rising up to greet the blindingly bright sky. Stick groaned peeling himself of the sand, spitting out several mouthfuls of gritty gravel. "Curse you Earth Dog! Why are you punishing me?" He cried out, his bloodshot eyes bulging with tears. He weeped and fell to his paws pressing the side of his muzzle into the scorching hot earth beneath him, salty tears dribbling down his nose. A trickling noise surprised the weeping Border Collie and he sprang to his feet. "Oh bless you River Dog! Tonight my first kill will be yours to have!" He said bounding towards the sounds of water.
Once he had found the weak stream of clear water, Stick lapped it up thirstily with a dry, sand caked tongue. The sun had gotten lower in the sky, he was running out of time. Cursing he licked his lips and prowled around the stream collecting his thoughts.
He settled on fulfilling his promise to the River Dog and paused a short ways from the stream scanning the horizon for the scent and sight of potential prey. He spotted a sandy colored rabbit leaping gracefully across the desert. He gave chase, gaining on the frightened creature. Stick lunged, snapping the rabbits neck. Victoriously he carried it in his maw towards the stream and dropped its pelt into the rushing waters. He settled down with his kill and began to gnaw on it, sleep drawing him into its sweet embrace. |
